dance, monkeys, dance
“we are all monkeys […] dance, monkeys, dance […] the monkeys draw a lot of imaginary lines in the dirt […] the monkeys are polluting and raping their planet like there is no tomorrow […] the monkeys like to pretend that everything is just fine […] the monkeys don’t want to be monkeys, they want to be something else, but they are not”
oh so true … must see.
(written and performed by ernest cline)
btw: do you know the flying spaghetti monster 😉